I was supposed to get weighed on Tuesday but I woke up so out of it and ill that I actually had to call the doctor and say I was too sick to go in. Yes, that's true. I actually called a doctor and said "Hey, I'm actually too ill to come in." My brother was using the car and I didn't have the power to get up and walk, so that was that.
I've actually been sneezing all week. Bah.
I had the appointment rearranged for next Tuesday and to be honest I'm not particularly looking forward to it. I overindulged like mad over the holidays. I went to two parties and had a lot more food than I intended to. Probably more than any one person should. I went to the gym last week and weighed myself while I was there and saw I put on weight. I don't think I can really undo all that damage in a week but I suppose I can try and mitigate the damage as much as I can at least.
Time for some intense workouts
I guess we'll see the damage next Tuesday. To be honest part of me feels I need to gain weight. I need a shock to the system because I've become so lazy. I need to get back to my weight loss roots and stick to what worked even if it was kind of annoying to keep track of everything I was eating. It also made me accountable and stopped me from trying to trick myself in to believing I'm eating less junk than I am.